Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.